with a knife. Chloe held Mrs. Peterson steady, he
ickly regained his composure. He was the one in control. He pulled
lse authority. "She left all her shares in SereneCare Pharmaceu
re, relinquishing your claims. I'll still provide you with a generous monthly al
cheek, smirked at Chloe, her eye
new her mother. Miranda Beaumont would never, ev
?" she asked, her vo
, be reasonable. Your reputation is ruined. A disgraced heiress who spen
trike, meant to remind Chloe
s final weapon. He placed a heavy, ornate
r's ashes a
in the air, unsp
can take her. Give her a p
began to tremble. This was it. The final
a firm grip on her hand. Mrs. Peterson was beh
ered, her voice urgent and barely audible. "The
rief. She whipped her head around, staring into Mrs. Peterson's eyes. Th
ugh her, washing away the despair. It was followed i
inheritance. They had used the lie o
ath. When she looked up again, h
smiled, a smug, victorious expression spre
cked up
he tore it into a hundred tiny pieces, letting
chard's sm
d. She picked up t
g smile playing on her lips as she looked at Richard a
the box with all her might, not at th
crambled backward. The box hit t
as e
a and Jennifer shrieked a
of an executioner's order. "Get out of my mother's house.
opened his mouth to argue, but the words died in his
rabbed the hysterical Laura and the weeping
door sla
le
loe's body. She sagged again
ars streaming down her face. "Oh, Mi
r own trembling. "Tell me," she pleaded, her voice cracking.
w fight. But it was fueled
. And that was the o
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